Emma typed that she wanted to write – “How about a story about what we attach ourselves to when we are most afraid.”
“In no particular place that anyone has ever heard of, there lived a girl who was friendly and loved to laugh. She had a body like any other girl her age, but it moved in ways that were unusual. This caused people to stare and even made some think that she wanted their mean looks and comments.
“Do you know anyone who likes to be the focus of such hurtful and nasty attention?
“No. I do not think anyone enjoys being made fun of.
“The fun is a question I do not have an answer to. Laughter is pure when it hurts no one.”
By Emma Zurcher-Long